Hello.
Rawrrr. Aye, tis I....Cap'n Jackie Sparrow.
Arrrrrrr.

Okay, I've noticed that certain people have very thoughtfully pointed out to me that all I ever seem to blog about is guys. [Which is totally untrue! You probably just haven't read enough of my archives. I mean, I'm sure there's gotta be at least ONE post down there which doesn't have any mention of guys]
But I happen to love these certain people very much. Which means that, like the kind loving soul that I am, I shall post a post with no mention of annnny boys whatsoever. [Except for the front bit where I talked about people talking about me talking about boys, which doesn't count, and now I'm confusing myself.]

...Aaaand.
I have exactly ten minutes to rant and rave and ramble [and so assemble a decent and somewhat coherent blogpost] before Eunice chases me off the computer to start printing out posters for our CIP project.
Which has a lousy name, btw.
Happy Toilets. Like, wtf. [Jae spells it as "wft" but I know that that's WRONG! *gloats*]
I'm sorry, but yeah. Maybe it's just me- but I cringe whenever I hear that name.
Brings to mind far too many...vivid...[and vaguely disturbing] images.
Or maybe the rest of the people are just devoid of the ability to feel DEEP and PASSIONATE emotions like MORTIFICATION and UTTER HUMILIATION.

Unlike me.

Because I happen to be an extremely sensitive, extremely emotionally-attuned person so there.

[I do hope I don't get sued by Happy Toilets & Co. or whateveritis for writing this post.]

.............

[DISCLAIMER: By writing this post, I have no intentions of bringing any negative publicity to the Happy Toilets Programme, because I am a useful member of society and I recognize that Community Service cultivates good things in people.
Also, I do not have any wish to get sued. ]

...Ahh, the relief that being a responsible member of society brings.

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JAE HAS CONFIRMED IT.
I'M NO LONGER EMO, I WAS NEVER GOTH IN THE FIRST PLACE [just almost Goth. But whatever. Same thing.] AND THEREFORE I AM NOT GOTH!

Never was, never will be- so stick that up there and suck my black spiked wristcuffs.

....Mmhm. Now, before I get an entire legion of black-clad, angst-riddled kids with blood fetishes hot on my heels and armed with boots and spikes and whateverothergoodies they've found at Hot Topic...I'd better make a move.

Ciaaaaao.